here is this week's chapter. i also have some exciting news!!!!! i have started a wordpress site. (https://talesoftheforgottenslayer.wordpress.com/) i will post status updates there and be a bit more invoulved. dont worry i will still post chapters here but you don't get the other benefits.

you all may have noticed that i have redone the prologue that contains 56% more english grammar and coherent thought. you might notice as i rework some of the other chapters... there is no content change just grammar edits

well without futher ado chapter 21

—–Fafnir’s POV—————–

“I know there are probably good reasons, but why did you have to set up residence as far from your parents as possible?” I asked Therin while perched on his shoulder.

“So I had less of a chance of running into them.” The elf replied.

We made our way toward the north gate where his parents’ estate resides. The houses in the northern were impressive, huge compounds surrounded by walls with intricate designs of various beasts carved into the faces. The guards of the different estates eyed us with weapons ready as we walked past.

“What do your parents do anyway ?” I asked as we neared the north wall.

“They are alchemists ,” he replied, “though what they produce is not always beneficial.”

“What do you mean by not beneficial ?” I asked intrigued.

“They do produce potions and materials that are necessary in rituals primarily,” he said turning down a side street, “though a good chunk of the business are the poisons that they produce.”

“Why poisons?” I asked confused, “They can’t be that effective considering healing magic.”

“Yes, most poisons are useless,” he replied, “but these are magic poisons. These can cause your magic to go out of control, or cause thousands of ants to pour from your mouth.”

“Well…” I replied dumbfounded, “Are they even poisons at that point ?”

“Yes, and there are less pleasant ones, not the best way to see the gods but certainly effective.” He said as we approached the gates of a large manor. The walls surrounding the manor were not decorated, they were just jet black. We approached the front gate where two guards barred our way.

“Do I look like I need an appointment?” Therin replied sharply.

“All visitors need an appointment.” One of the guards replied placing his hand on his sword.

“I don’t have time for this,” I thought to myself. “You have one minute to let us pass or you will face the wrath of a true dragon.” I said menacingly.

“Look the dragon can talk,” The other guard said, “that is impressive, but not impressive enough to let you pass without an appointment.”

I took a deep breath before I started to weave a complex spell. A few seconds pass and neither guard moves, starring at both of them I release the spell. The ground around the two guards surge upward encasing the lower half of their body in solid stone.

The guard struggle in vain to extract themselves from the rock as we pass them opening the gates our self.

“That was impressive.” Therin said, “I never would have guessed you would show that much restraint.”

“Let’s get this meeting over with,” I growled “we have better things to do then talk to people who are not prepared to receive us.”

As we enter the courtyard I could see various gardens filled with strange plants. We got closer to the main house made of the same black stone though there were engravings of various plants inlaid with gold on it. A servant rushed out of the main house towards us.

“Lord Therin, I am sorry, we did not expect you so soon.” the servant replied, “I have been assigned to make you comfortable in master’s study.”

“I know the layout of the house.” Therin replied, “I want you to have father meet us sooner rather than later as I have a dragon who is not in the best of moods.”

“Yes lord Therin,” he quickly rushed back into the main house.

We made our way into the house and navigating, we arrived at a plain door. Therin opened the door to a rather nicely decorated room. The room contained a desk filled with different papers and a few ottomans. In the center, the walls were pure black except for one corner where there was an odd symbol on the wall.

“Fancy, what is that symbol on the wall?” I asked.

“That is the symbol of the dark god Mortem,” Therin replied. “a fitting patron considering this family. ”

I jumped off Therin and glided to one of the chairs. I curled up on the soft chair while Therin sai in the other.

“How long do you think it will be before your father shows up?” I asked enjoying the comfortable seat.

“I would expect that he will be here soon.” Therin replied.

After a few minutes there was a knock on the door as a servant walked in barring a tray filled with various fruits.

“Lord Ataryo will be with you soon, he is finishing with another guest.” The servant said as he placed the tray on the small table in front of us.

I looked at the various odd colored fruits arrayed on the tray, wondering if I could even eat fruits. I stood up from the chair and with my long neck I carefully picked a strange apple like thing from the tray. I grasped it with my fore claws and bit into the reddish green exterior, a bitter taste flooded my mouth as I started to chew.

“You are too trusting.” Therin said watching me. “It has barely been half an hour and you have forgotten that my family deals in poisons.”

I stopped chewing as I looked at him, thinking for a bit I draw on my draconic breath and let it flood my mouth liquefying its contents. I swallowed the mouthful before saying, “You really think they would try to poison you when you are so important.”

“I never said my parents would do that but there are others would be glad to see me removed.” He said frankly.

“Well let’s hope my breath will neutralize any poisons” I replied tossing the rest of the fruit back onto the tray.

After about half an hour the door was opened to a rather well dressed man. He was 6 feet tall with white hair and violet eyes and a strong jaw. He was calm and collected as he walked into the room.

“Father,” Therin spat as the man walked into the room, “it has been many years.”

“Yes it has been a long time.” He replied sitting down in the remaining chair. “This must be your new pet that Netticë mentioned.”

“I am no one’s pet.” I replied keeping my anger in check.

“It can talk?” Ataryo said with a look surprise.

“Wow,” Therin interjected, “it seems that Your daughter is not as kind as you imagined, or she would have correctly filled you in.”

“What do you mean?” he asked a bit confused.

“Well before my master kills my family, I believe there should be some introductions.” Therin replied. “This is Fafnir, summoned hero of the humans; terror of all who mistakes him for a wyvern. He is my master for the next five years in exchange for freeing me from the slave ritual that was cast on me after I was captured.”

“A summoned hero for the humans…” Ataryo interrupted, “he doesn’t look human to me.”

“There were issues I was told.” Therin replied, “Fafnir, this is my father; lord Ataryo.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said standing up on the chair.

“Nice to meet you as well.” he replied, I could tell he was skeptical.

“How about we get to business,” lord Ataryo said clasping his hands together. “Lord Fafnir, what would It take to buy my son’s contract from you?”

I stared at the elf for a minute before responding, “There is nothing you could offer me in exchange for Therin.”

“Surely there must be something, everyone has a price.” He said with a grin on his face.

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